I've Changed

During our lives we change things:
Diapers
Jobs
Phone Numbers
Homes
etc...

It is not a debated idea that our life events change who we are as human beings. Sometimes these changes are small and we take no notice of them. Other times we have profound changes that are quite obvious. Often, I think, we don't recognize these changes within ourselves.

One of my changes hit me on the head with a sledgehammer recently, and I certainly took notice.

It was Christmas Eve Eve - yeah I guess that means Dec.23rd. We were having a brunch for about 16 people the next morning and I had been cooking for a large portion of the day and really enjoyed being in my fantastic kitchen.

Suddenly my kitchen sink/disposal stopped draining. Now this precise thing had happened when I was preparing Thanksgiving dinner, so at first it didn't really surprise me. On Thanksgiving my Hubby had used a pressure plunger to clear the clog and all was well. Naturally, I called him to see if he could perform an encore.

He tried. Multiple times. No drainage. Off to the store he ran to get some clog-busting chemical bomb to clear the way.

The Hubby continued to treat and plunge with no success, and I continued cooking and creating more dirty dishes. Suddenly as he used the pressure plunger one more time, the second drain decided it had had enough and spewed water straight up into the Hubby's face and all the way past him, up the window, and towards the ceiling. After he cleaned off his face, he looked down and water was gushing out from the doors under the sink. Of course it was.

The Hubby proceeded to take the pipes under the sink apart, thus creating a larger pond near the sink. It was quite a sight. I was still trying to cook and as I attempted to microwave some soup for Her Royal Cuteness, I noticed that it had emerged from the microwave stone cold. After trying to heat it again, and then attempting to just boil water, I discovered that the microwave was completely dead. Of course it was.

Now, the old me might have started to cry or curse or some other type of useless protest against the appliance gods that rule the kitchen. ( You do know that your appliances have suicide pacts, don't you? )

Nope, not this time. If anything, the past few years have calmed me down and grounded my emotions. We cleaned up the mess, laughed and joked about what was gonna break next, and then tried to remember how we did things like melt butter before we had microwaves.